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Porter Wilson Maxwell

Charleston, West Virginia

"Maxie"

MAXIE, heeding the adventurous call of the sea, laid aside the jug of cawn, bid the folks and winsome mountain lassies goodbye, and hit the trail for Annapolis. His carefree attitude and utter disregard for the many difficulties which marked this new career soon won him an unlimited host of friends. Naturally energetic, Porter turned to athletics; participating in basketball and lacrosse with more than average success. Maxie's pet avocation is the expounding of his philosophical views on love and life, and we will all agree that he ranks among the best of the sea lawyers. Independent and ambitious; these are the characteristics which predict a bright future for Maxie. Once course and speed are set, life will be smooth sailing for the seagoing mountaineer.

Porter Wilson Maxwell

Charleston, West Virginia

"Maxie"

MAXIE, heeding the adventurous call of the sea, laid aside the jug of cawn, bid the folks and winsome mountain lassies goodbye, and hit the trail for Annapolis. His carefree attitude and utter disregard for the many difficulties which marked this new career soon won him an unlimited host of friends. Naturally energetic, Porter turned to athletics; participating in basketball and lacrosse with more than average success. Maxie's pet avocation is the expounding of his philosophical views on love and life, and we will all agree that he ranks among the best of the sea lawyers. Independent and ambitious; these are the characteristics which predict a bright future for Maxie. Once course and speed are set, life will be smooth sailing for the seagoing mountaineer.

Loss

Porter was lost when his F6F-5 Hellcat was shot down near Kure, Japan, on July 24, 1945. He was commanding officer of Bombing Fighting Squadron (VBF) 87 from the decks of USS Ticonderoga (CV 14); he had taken command on January 2, 1945.

From the an article on James Vernon, a pilot in Porter's squadron, in the Ventura County Star on August 6, 2008:

Much of the flying that Vernon's group did involved trying to find the bases where kamikaze aircraft were hiding and put them out of commission before they attacked the American fleet.

"Kamikazes killed about 10,000 American sailors," he said. "We tried to find them before they found us."

During one such mission, Vernon was wingman to the squadron leader, Cmdr. Porter Maxwell. They were not facing fighter plane opposition, but there was a great deal of antiaircraft fire from the Kure Naval Base, he said.

Flying south and then east of Hiroshima over Niihama Bay, Vernon said, "the skipper was on my left and all of a sudden, I noticed what looked like debris coming from his tail. It just seemed to fall apart."

Vernon recounts what happened next in his book, "The Hostile Sky":

"The skipper's canopy opened, he stood up, his parachute streamed out and jerked him clear of the plane. The Hellcat hit the water with the skipper a few feet to the right of it.

His parachute didn't blossom to check his fall; he plunged feet first into the murky shallow water and disappeared."

Remembrances

The commanding officer, Commander Porter W. Maxwell, USN, U.S. Naval Academy Class of 1936, was among the last officers to report. He had a reputation as a no-nonsense, stern, and aloof man. That was an understatement. He carried his slender, well-proportioned, six-foot-three-inch frame gracefully. His narrow, spare face with a full mouth, slender nose, and narrow chin made a striking impression, like the Indian warrior chiefs Sitting Bull and Crazy Horse. His eyes, large and bulging, were most impressive. When he first fixed them them on me with one of his intense stares, I knew how a webbed fly must feel as the spider approaches. They were a challenge to see if you would stare back. No one did. A least I didn't. I had the feeling he made a penetrating visual evaluation and established dominance much like male dogs do when, with legs stiff, tail high, and a fixed stare, they circle a stranger. I knew I would take no liberties with him. "He's got gun-muzzle eyes and a rifle barrel up his ass," Dick said. "They're standard issue at the naval academy, you know." After a few weeks, he seemed to relax a little, but I saw no indication that he formed friendships with anyone. He suffered from the loneliness-of-the-leader syndrome.

Together, Maxwell, the skipper, and Haas, the executive oficer, had the needed experience to train this new type of squadron. Maxwell had combat experience in the Solomon Islands flying dive-bombers and had headed a dive-bomber training program in Florida before he had become commanding officer of VB-87 at Wildwood. …

VBF-87 was among the first bombing-fighting squadrons in the Navy. With that distinction came the problem of determining to what extent the Hellcat fighter could play the role of dive-bomber.

The portion of the book that details Porter's loss is not included in the google preview, but the following is:

Writing such letters was a painful experience for the commander. The widow would have received through official channels a telegram: "We regret to inform you that your husband . . ." with no specifics. The details in the commander's letter would be a second shock to the wife and family, and a delayed sorrow for his newborn when old enough to grasp the truth. I envisioned photographs of the skipper hung in some honored niche in their shattered household, a superficial image of a deep, talented, and brave man. I also
thought of the quirkiness of fate, that the bullets that downed him had missed me, flying only yards away from him.

The unofficial comments among the pilots had a different tone from the official debriefings. I wondered why the skipper had fired his rockets at the tanker at such long range that they hit far off the target Several men could not understand why he led us at low altitude needlessly through a known heavy concentration of antiaircraft batteries in the Kure area and why he took no evasive actions when flak burst thick among us. Why did he deviate from the strike plan? He led us far from the planned route, making it doubtful that we would have enough fuel to return to the carrier. Why was he so slow to
respond to the sighting of the two seaplanes? Why didn't he take evasive action after the strafing run at Niihama? There may have been reasonable answers to those questions, but they died with him. And who would have asked them had he lived? Not I.

Silver Star

SYNOPSIS: Commander Porter W. Maxwell, United States Navy, was awarded the Silver Star for conspicuous gallantry and intrepidity in connection with military operations against the enemy as Commanding Officer of Fighting Bombing Squadron EIGHTY-SEVEN (VFB-87), embarked in U.S.S. TICONDEROGA (CV-14), in action against the Japanese on 24 July 1945. His gallant actions and dedicated devotion to duty, without regard for his own life, were in keeping with the highest traditions of military service and reflect great credit upon himself and the United States Naval Service.

Distinguished Flying Cross

The President of the United States of America takes pleasure in presenting the Distinguished Flying Cross to Commander [then Lieutenant] Porter W. Maxwell, United States Navy, for extraordinary achievement while participating in aerial flight while piloting a dive bomber in the Solomon Islands area from 3 October to 8 November 1942. Commander Maxwell fought with outstanding skill and released his bombs on enemy surface forces, ground installations and troop concentrations. On 8 October he led his flight in an attack on the Japanese fleet near Guadalcanal and scored direct hits on a heavy cruiser.

Distinguished Flying Cross

The President of the United States of America takes pleasure in presenting the Distinguished Flying Cross to Commander [then Lieutenant] Porter W. Maxwell, United States Navy, for extraordinary achievement while participating in aerial flight while piloting a dive bomber in the Solomon Islands area from 3 October to 8 November 1942. Commander Maxwell fought with outstanding skill and released his bombs on enemy surface forces, ground installations and troop concentrations. On 8 October he led his flight in an attack on the Japanese fleet near Guadalcanal and scored direct hits on a heavy cruiser.